Knowing he’ll stop me at any minute, I move my free hand between us and stroke his perineum. He tenses. Peppering kisses over his jaw, I whisper into his ear, “I want to be inside you .” When he moans, I’m hopeful, and continue, “You tell me when you’re ready, boy. Because I want to feel your heat around my cock as I move in and out of your body.”
“F-fuck.”
“No, it’ll be more like making love.” I lift my head to meet his eyes. “At least the first time. Then, and only when you’re ready, I’ll fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before.”
“Sir?”
“Yeah?”
His eyes are restless and he won’t look at me. “I-I’m not. It’s not….”
I peck his lips. “It’s okay. Just tell me when and if you are, okay?”
“Yes.” He clears his throat. “When I’m ready, you’ll be the first to know.”
Considering I didn’t think I’d ever hear those words, I’m feeling pretty happy right about now. Although I want nothing more than to be inside him, his words give me hope for the future. “Good boy.” Sliding off, I move onto my stomach. Fumbling in my bedside drawer, I pull out a condom, some lube, and hand them over to him.
Ryan hesitates. “You don’t mind me fucking you, right, Sir?”
“No. Surprisingly, I like it. As long as we both know who’s in control, we’re good. But, if I’m being completely honest, I do prefer to top.”
“If I’m being honest, I did prefer to bottom. Before. But now….”
On my side, I cradle his cheek and urge him down. Kissing his lips, I try to show him I understand and, when he’s ready to talk, I’ll listen. As we kiss, I move onto my back. Ryan’s eyes widen as I slowly pull out the butt plug I’d put inside me after my bath. Hooking my legs over his shoulders, I enjoy the intimacy this position provides. It’s something else I’m not entirely used to but is fast becoming a new favourite. Now, as our eyes meet and I tell him to enter me, the sensual connection we had last weekend returns and I find myself revelling in it. I want this man to be mine so badly. In every way possible. Soaking up all the intimate sensations of our bodies reuniting once again, I don’t break the connection with his eyes.
“God, boy. You feel so good. Are you going to come for me?”
“Mm-hm.” Hooking his hands over my shoulders, he picks up the pace.
My fingers move under my knees and play with his nipples. I smile when he groans. “Does this feel good?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to come real soon. Come with me.”
“Yes, Sir.” He moans when I take his nipples with my fingers, squeezing them just as his breath shudders. “Oh, fuck.” Ryan picks up the pace, pressing against my sweet spot over and over. The sounds of our skin slapping together fills the room, and the feel of his sweaty hair stroking my forehead has my breath catching.
“Yes. That’s it, boy.” Erupting all over my stomach, I throw my head back as I silently come hard. Ryan isn’t quiet. He groans loudly. As he comes, I wrench his head down, smashing our lips together and swallowing his moans of pleasure.
When we’ve both caught our breaths, Ryan carefully slides out and removes the rubber. I take it from him and chuck it in the bin. Hands on either side of his head, I pull him down on the bed. I slide on top of him, kissing him slowly. One thought is echoing inside my head as I pour my desire for him into our kiss. He’s mine . Wordlessly, I tell him how amazing it was, and from his slow, sensual licks and nibbles, I know he feels the same way.
* * *
Arriving at the club, Travis, Ryan, and I keep a look out for Trey. He messaged earlier to say he’d meet us there. As David’s working a shift here, he brought him along earlier. Must be handy being with a bouncer who works at your favourite club. I’m about to head over to the bar where Riley usually works, assuming Trey’s hanging with him until we rock up. But before I do, I automatically take Ryan’s hand to lead the way. The fact that he jerks his hand back less than a second later? Well, it sends a painful pinch to my heart. It also doesn’t help my pride. Clearing my throat and avoiding his eyes, I look to Trav and nod my head to the bar. “Maybe with Riley?”
Travis is busy glancing between us in confusion. After a moment, he nods. “Yeah.”
Aware of Ryan’s close proximity behind me, I choose to ignore it. Why did he rip his hand out of mine? Was it a reflex to rebel against my taking control? He was fine with hand-holding when we went out for dinner.
Finding my younger brother over by the bar, I quickly sneak up and grab him from behind.
“Ah!” Trey’s short scream of surprise is hilarious, and it makes Riley burst out laughing. A good-looking man with blond hair and green eyes, Riley is a power bottom who frequented my bed a few years ago. Trey knows about our casual hook-ups and thankfully is cool about it. Said brother snaps me back to reality as he smacks my chest. “You idiot! I spilled my drink!”
“Good thing it was nearly empty then. You going to hug me or not?”
Trey must’ve seen something in my eyes, because he pulls me to him tightly, and whispers in my ear, “What’s wrong?”
I hold him firmly before drawing back with a shake of my head. I gesture to Travis and Ryan.
Trey cocks his brow. “Ryan?”
I slip my hands into my pockets and speak before anyone else can. “Yeah, he came with us. Wanted to see David and where he works. It’s a surprise for him though. Where is he?” I don’t know if it’s because of the hand-rip or what, but I don’t feel like focusing on the fact that we’ve come together. Ryan and I clearly need to sort out a few more things before we tell anyone else we’re seeing each other. Travis gives me a look, but I ignore it.
“Oh, I’m not sure.” Trey’s voice betrays his confusion. He shrugs. “Well, it’s good to see you, man. Hey, bro.” He hugs Ryan and then Trav.
Leaning on the bar, I glance over and Riley catches my eye. “What can I get you, hot stuff?”
I smirk. “The usual.”
“Coming up.”
As I wait for my Scotch on the rocks, Ryan steps up beside me. “Hen—”
My eyes snap to him, and I scowl. Ryan looks contrite as he lowers his eyes. “I’m sorry. What… what are you having?” I tell him, and he gets his wallet out. He waves to Riley. “Can I please get one too? My buy.”
Riley grins. “Aw, our Henry’s found a gentleman. Uses the P-word and everything.” Shaking my head, I tell him Sean was a gentleman. He waves his hand, brushing it off. “Yeah but he didn’t pay for things. And this one’s hotter.”
Chuckling, I roll my eyes at him. “You got a gentleman at the moment?”
Riley sighs dramatically. “Nope.”
Ryan clears his throat loudly. Huh. Guess he’s feeling a little invisible. And don’t I know the feeling. I’m being irrational, but the way he ripped his hand out of mine hurt. Again, it makes me want to punish him. Once our drinks are placed on the bar and he’s paid, I turn to him. My tone is unforgiving and cold. “Are you hoping I’ll forget about it, or are you going to explain yourself?”
Ryan flinches. “Can I explain later? But I’ll apologise again.” Moving in close, Ryan places his lips to my ear. “I’m really sorry, Sir. And I know right now you’re hurt and confused, and you probably don’t want to admit we’re dating, which is why you said what you did to Trey, but I am sorry. And, I’d really like your brother and David and… Riley to know I’m here with you.”
Holding the back of his neck, and ignoring his jerk at the touch, I press my lips to his ear. “You need to understand. I don’t like introducing guys to my brothers if I don’t know what’s going on between us. I really like you, Ryan. But you have me so fucking confused.” Releasing him, I wink at Riley, pick up my drink, and return to my brothers.
“Uh, so.” Trey’s at a loss for words as he watches us. Travis has managed to grab a drink as well. “Should we head to the courtyard?”
I nod. “Sounds good.”
My hand
is suddenly taken into Ryan’s. I’m equal parts annoyed and happy. Annoyed, because apparently he can decide when we hold hands and I can’t, and happy, because he’s decided we can. God, it’s frustrating. Ryan grins widely at Trey. “Lead the way.”
So, hand-in-hand, Ryan and I follow behind my brothers to another crowded area. Ahead of us, my brothers are talking quietly. Ryan squeezes my hand gently. “Do you have plans tomorrow?”
“I have a couple of meetings later in the day.”
He bites his lip. “Okay. Well. I mean. If you’re still all right with me staying the night, maybe we could go out for breakfast tomorrow.” His manner and voice are full of apology. Now I feel kind of bad.
Taking a deep breath, I squeeze his hand and nod. “Okay.” I push aside any anger, confusion, and hurt. For now, we’ll enjoy the night and discuss things later.
Chapter Ten
After a couple of hours, we’re on our fifth or six round of drinks and dancing the night away. Listening to the music and grinding into each other to the rhythm of the beat, Ryan’s hands grip my waist while mine hold his head. Our cocks bump and grind as we kiss. His taste is delicious. Whiskey, sweetness, and something altogether Ryan . Moaning into his mouth, I bring him closer. With a thrust of my groin into his, I slide my lips over his jaw to his ear. The alcohol loosens my tongue.
“You’re so fucking sexy, boy,” I whisper.
Ryan drops his head back, offering his neck. Taking advantage, I kiss him there too before breaking away. I’m about to say I need to hit the men’s, when we’re interrupted.
“Oi!” Riley hollers, tapping my shoulder until I turn around. He grabs my hand. “I’m on a break. Dance with me!”
Chuckling, I manage to keep Ryan’s hand and place it on my hip. “Okay, for a bit.”
Riley spins around and grinds his ass into me. It’s an automatic reflex to place my hands on his waist. The way our bodies fit together is easy and comfortable. With our height difference, my chin can rest perfectly on his shoulder. With Riley in front of me and Ryan behind me, I move my hips to the beat. Ryan pulls away and stands in front of us. “What the fuck, Henry?” Fists clenched and eyes furious, the man is livid.
“What?” I ask him. “We’re dancing.”
“Yeah,” Riley says in his excited, happy tone. Completely at odds with Ryan’s mood.
I don’t say anything as Riley pulls Ryan in close to his chest. With the younger, shorter man sandwiched between us, Ryan’s hesitant and angry at first. But then his eyes take on a new resolve and it’s like he’s daring me. For what, I’m not sure. After a short moment enjoying the sensation of an ass against my cock and Ryan’s eyes on mine, he ruins it. Ryan’s eyes harden and he glares at me before he moves closer, bends down, and takes Riley’s mouth in a kiss.
I let my hands slip away from Riley and take a step back. It feels like my heart is being squeezed. He’s kissing Riley. To get a reaction from me. Not because he’s interested in the guy. He’s doing it to hurt me. Because I must’ve hurt him. When the song changes, Ryan removes himself from Riley’s mouth.
Riley turns to me with confusion and guilt in his eyes. I shake my head and kiss his cheek. “Thanks for the dance.” Spinning around, I ignore whatever they say to each other and catch the sight of my brothers. Striding over to them, I nod to the exit. “I’m going to head home.” The heat from Ryan’s body behind me has me on edge. I’m pissed. Hurt. Angry. Confused.
“Already?” Trey asks, his eyes moving back and forth between us.
Travis shrugs. “I’ve got at least another hour in me.”
“Okay.” I nod. “Well, I’ll catch you guys later, okay?”
“All right, bro.”
After giving Trey a hug and Travis a slap on the shoulder, I leave the club. Ryan says goodbye to the others and follows me. Neither of us says anything. For ten minutes, we’re silent during the ride back to my place. I don’t know where we went wrong. It started off so well between us. It was so comfortable last weekend, and now it’s as if whatever we have is spinning out of control tonight.
Ryan clears his throat. “Should I go home?”
I’m about to say yes, but something in his voice stops me. With all the confidence he’s trying to project, there’s vulnerability. Does he regret what he did? Most likely. Do I also feel bad about what happened? Yes. Maybe I shouldn’t have said yes to a dance with Riley, even if Ryan was involved. With us so new, in hindsight, it was probably a stupid move. Do I still want him to come home with me? Definitely. I like this man. I know we have our differences, and we need to figure things out, but I do like him. A lot.
I sigh and meet his eyes. “Only if you want to.”
“I want to be with you.” He slides his hand over mine. Flipping it over, I twine our fingers together. With a shuddering breath, Ryan rests his head on my shoulder. “I’m sorry, Henry,” he whispers.
Exhaling slowly, I lean into him. “We’ll figure it out.”
* * *
In my bedroom, I start to strip. I consider taking a shower, but the desire to reacquaint myself with Ryan is too consuming. I’m desperate for that connection; I need to know where we stand. Can we work as a couple? I don’t know. Do I want to be with him tonight and worry about everything else tomorrow? Yes. Sighing, I pull my shirt over my head and drop it carelessly to the floor. I’m facing away from Ryan, and when I turn, he’s kneeling naked on the floor.
I move closer, and he rests his forehead on my belly. “I’m sorry, Sir. Seeing you dancing with Riley made me so fucking jealous. In my head, he was offering you something I can’t. I was hurt and I... I had to make you feel hurt, too. I fucked up. I’m sorry. I like you so much, Henry. Already. There are things I want to tell you, but… can they wait until tomorrow? I just wanna be with you, Sir.”
He presses his mouth against my groin and my cock jerks. The sight of his erection makes me groan in pleasure. Perhaps he’s topping, but I will dominate him. It’s the only way this is going to work. Nudging his chin up with my knuckle, I stare into his eyes and try to make him see this. My words are a husky demand. “On the bed. Now.”
Ryan bites his lip and obeys immediately. He lowers his eyes as he waits to be told my next command. It’s the hottest thing ever. Ryan, this hot, muscular, beautiful man submitting to me. “Fuck,” I whisper, slowly stroking his legs. “You’re so beautiful when you obey me, Ryan.”
When I’m as naked as him, I climb onto the bed and straddle him. Covering his nipple with my mouth, I suck on it while my fingers play with the other before I swap. When he shudders and whispers my name, I straighten. “It’s ‘Sir,’ boy.”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Grip onto the rails.” Once he’s raised his hands and curled his fists around the rails, I smile. “Good boy. Keep them there. I’d use some rope, but I’ve had too much to drink.” Ryan licks his lips. “Would you like that, boy? Do you like the thought of me tying you up?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I’m going to have to think of a punishment for you. Between your silent treatment during the week and your misbehaviour tonight. Perhaps a spanking. Maybe a flogging. Something that will teach you not to ignore me. And not to kiss other men.” As our eyes meet, he apologises again. “I know you’re sorry, boy. But there will be a punishment. I’ve told you we’re exclusive, but I’m in control here. If I want to simply dance with someone else, I’m allowed to. If we’re going to work, this is how it has to be.”
Ryan nods. “Yes, Sir.”
“Again, I’m not punishing you tonight for the same reason I’m not using rope. For now, we can play, but I need to know what exactly your hard limit is.” His lips part, so I hold out my hand. “Is your hard limit my topping you? Or, is it any penetrative sex?” His brows furrow, and he thinks about it. While I let him consider my question, I let my thumb caress his hand.
Ryan clears his throat. “I don’t know. Maybe fingers are a soft limit and anything else… for now… is a hard limit?”
“Okay.” He struggles to tell me something. “What is it, boy?” I ask gently.
“I… I haven’t done anything since… so I’m not sure.”
With a nod of understanding, I tell him, “Tonight, we’re going to use red, orange, and green for safewords.”
“Okay, Sir.”
Shifting off the bed, I collect a condom and lube before returning. I kneel between his legs, encouraging him to bend his knees. With a click of the cap, I open the lube and pour it all over his cock before using my fingers to spread it around. Caressing his thighs and belly with my other hand, I tease his skin. Slowly, I move a finger down to his hole. Ryan hisses. “Remember, boy, I’m in control. But you can stop me at any point. Use your safeword if you need to. But you know something, Ryan?” His eyes find mine. “I know you can take it.”
He nods. “Yes, Sir.”
Pressing my finger inside him, I rest back on my heels and spread my thighs, making myself comfortable. I take his cock in my free hand. Stroking my digit in and out, I rub his perineum with my thumb. “Oh, God! Feels so good, Sir.” Ryan watches me finger him lazily, as though I have all the time in the world. In this moment, I do. I am his world. I decide when either of us comes; I decide if we come. As our eyes meet and I curl my finger up, I see the realisation in Ryan’s eyes. Every decision is going to be made by me. All he has to do is lie back, relax, and submit to me. My finger rubs up against his gland. “There,” he gasps.
“Feels good, boy?”
“So good, Sir.”
“I think you can take another one now.”
Ryan nods. “Yes, Sir.” His eyes beg me. “Please, Sir.”
Smiling down at the man who continues to intrigue me, I decide he needs to know I’m already pleased. “You have no idea how those words sound, coming out of your mouth.”
He smiles sweetly. “You like it, Sir?”
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